Necessary Roughness

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It's a touchdown! TSU wins its third national championship!

From champs to chumps.

The Texas State Fighting Armadillos

were the greatest college team in history; now, they're history.

The commission slapped Texas State with a list of infractions,

including recruiting violations, steroid abuse,

illegal payments to players and, of course, grade tampering.

These guys' yearbook photos could act as mug shots!

Joining us tonight is the legendary Ed 'Straight Arrow' Gennero.

The man who sacked five players for taking money but still won.

Thanks for joining us. What's the latest on the Armadillos?

The penalties against Texas State will set an example.

And the players?

The players have been expelled, and all the coaches fired.

- Will they get new players? - They must be real students.

No more scholarships, no more monkey business,

or else no more football.

Mr Gennero, Carver Purcell, President of Texas State.

I know who you are. What can I do for you?

The commission came down hard on us, and the heat in the press...

Now wait a minute. If you want me to go easy on you...

I'm offering you head coach at Texas State.

- Nice show, Ed. - Thank you.

- I'm finished with football. - Total control. No pressure to win.

- Run a clean programme. - Last time they fired me!

The boosters fired you. We don't have them any more.

We need a man who'll bounce a player if he takes money.

You need an image.

I'm offering you the opportunity to show the world this can be done.

You know, your way? Think about it.

Get used to it!

This may be the biggest crowd we draw all year!

The Cotton Bowl to the dust bowl!

I'm outta my mind letting you talk me into this!

Building a team from an actual student body? Mass suicide!

Good to see you, Wally. Come on.

I thought you'd be pleased, working together again.

Why should I be pleased? I could coach my own team.

Coaching football in London doesn't count.

It was a good deal. With only one personal hygiene class.

By the way, I understand you're off the sauce.

Don't change the subject. I shouldn't be second banana.

I'll give you free hand. Stick to defence, offence is mine.

You're the big 'O', I'm the little 'd".

Don't start with me.

Your trouble is you bottle things up, it's not healthy.

Something on my mind, I say it.

Sometimes it's best to keep your mouth shut.

I suppose I should learn to dress nice and kiss ass.

At least I'm not taking nitro pills.

- You tell Purcell about that? - He didn't ask.

Good to be back, huh?

So what do you say? Equal partners?

Hey...thanks.

Thanks.

This is Chuck Neiderman, the voice of the Fighting Armadillos!

This season, we need more than your support.

If any of you can pass, block or kick,

report to the gym at three o'clock for open football try-outs!

Way to go! Come on!

- I like the cowboy. - Have him!

You call yourselves Armadillos? Sorry-assed civilian slime!

Screw you!

Sir. They didn't have this many deserters in the Republican Guard!

- Are you all that you can be? - Sir, yes, sir!

- It's a little too much. - Sir, yes, sir.

- Move it! - Sir, yes, sir!

- Go! - All right, all right!

Look at that kid. Got the heart of a lion.

- And the legs of a chicken! - It's Charlie Banks.

The only player from last year that survived the purge.

He was a walk-on. Not a minute of playing time.

- Just one thing I like about him. - What's that?

- He wouldn't quit. - Just what we need.

Let's go!

Set!

Hut!

All right, Popke, show me the arm, son!

- Throw the ball, genius! - Come on.

- Ready, Wyatt? - Ready to go.

Set! Hut!

Sorry, Wyatt. I'll get there next time. Good route, good route!

All right, relax and try again.

Set! Hut!

I thought you'd do one of these.

He stinks at two sports.

I can work with him. Just butt out.

If you build an offence around Edward Scissorhands,

we're gonna play a hell of a lot of defence!

All my exes live in Texas...

Paul Blake?

Looking for Paul Blake.

Come on, come on!

iAndale, pendejo!

- Guess you don't remember me. - I remember you. Coach Riggendorf.

- Lo marcamos manana. - Bueno, jefe.

I guess I made a decent impression on you.

You were out here 16 years ago, recruiting for Penn State.

Can we mosey over to the bunkhouse?

How's the magic arm?

34 years old. Haven't thrown a football in years.

Good. Then it's rested.

As you never enrolled in college, you can still play as a freshman.

Could've saved you a 200-mile trip, Coach.

I know why you passed up on college.

Well, that all happened a long time ago.

Aren't you the least bit curious what you missed out on?

I made my peace with it. I don't need to drag it all back.

I'm not asking you to give up the Ponderosa.

- I'm asking you to go for the team. - Team?

You don't have a team.

Hell, you're throwing those kids to the wolves!

You expect me to get the shit kicked out of me? What's that gonna prove?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe you should stay here with your high school trophies

and wonder just how great you might've been.

I'll tell you one thing...

...I never saw anybody fire that football the way you did.

I can't interfere on this one. Dean Elias calls the shots on education.

You might consider kissing his ass a little.

I'd hate to lead him on.

I'm an old-fashioned dean, Coach.

Call me a stick-in-the-mud,

but I believe our function is to educate and enlighten.

So do I. I couldn't agree more.

You should be congratulated for having that team thrown out.

Well, thank you.

- I hope I won't have to do it again. - I'm sure you won't.

Any member who doesn't make the academic grade won't play.

- That's settled, let's have lunch. - One moment, please, Carver.

Let me be straight.

I've always opposed schools squandering limited resources

on a mind-numbing sport that encourages corruption, barbarism.

Guess I won't be putting you down for season tickets, huh?

He's funny, Carver. I like jokes.

- Now maybe we can have lunch. - I'm busy.

I'm on a diet...and busy.

Coach.

- Dean. - It'll work out just fine.

- Ready? Begin! - One, two, three, four!

One, two, three, four!

One, two...

Hut!

Gol! Hit that hole!

- All right, good hit! - Jog it back, come on!

They're always shouting.

Dean Elias! For someone who hates football, you watch a lot!

Eternal vigilance is the price of integrity, Coach Gennero!

What an asshole.

- Like that move, Coach? - Keep working, Edison.

Edison? Related to the guy who made the light bulb?

No, bigger...as in Edison Library, Edison Stadium, Edison Avenue.

- His old man? - You got it.

Dean Elias?

Your office said I'd find you here. My registration.

- You done with this? - Yes, thank you...

Try that play again, son. Go ahead.

Did you hire an assistant coach without telling me?

No. I got you a quarterback without telling you.

I hope he gets younger as he gets closer!

Give it a look, please?

Blake, tattoo somebody!

- Hey, over here! - Move it, move it!

All right!

Good job.

- Excuse me. - Excuse me.

- Is 209 West this way? - Who's your kid?

I'm not looking for my kid, I'm looking for my room.

- Whoa, a 40-year-old freshman? - Maybe he knew Elvis.

Discipline is everything. But everything is nothing.

Bullshit!

Wells Fargo coming through!

Come in!

Hi.

We're gonna miss it. Let's go!

Hi.

Paul Blake. Looks like we're gonna be roommates.

Laikai Manumana.

Well, lakay-manu-mana to you, too.

No, Mr Blake, that's my name.

I'm from Samoa, the big island. I'm called Manumana.

It means "Runt of the Litter".

The other men in my family are very large.

Well...

- Excuse me. - Can I get you anything?

Another pillow? A cup of Samoan tea?

Maybe something comfortable to wear?

What's with all the attention?